the Game Fair dominated my summer: the dates and location were always the first entry in a new diary. Over the years I was involved in a variety of ways, from running a stand to giving commentaries in the working dog ring. It was great fun, whether it was providing hospitality or late-evening parties long after the public had gone home. Generations of spaniels accompanied me, including my first springer, Penny. One year the adjoining stand to mine was Walker’s, producers of Scotland’s finest shortbread biscuits. If Penny went
